Fans of matchday minutiae, get a load of this! Stade Deedub has hosted its FAB-tastic (mostly) bi-monthly meeting to discuss pies, beer and plastic forks (thanks to the All Gone Latics fanzine for that one). And we’ve set aside time on Progress With Unity to talk about… well, talking about Wigan Athletic FC. How very…
Being a football supporter is ruddy awful. You work 40 hours a week to pay £300+ for the train, ticket, hotel, bus, coach, pie and toilet turnstile just so you can watch 22 blokes with haircuts more expensive than your car fall over delicately, screeching in apparent ‘pain’. And as for goals, you’ll be lucky…
In League One, 3-0 can be a dangerous lead. The disconcerting silence following Michael Jacobs’ corker against Chesterfield is proof that you require a four goal cushion to be anywhere near comeback safe. “C’mon, we need at least one more,” cried anxious East Standers wary of United-esque fightbacks. (Sheffield United, that is.) An obvious solution…
“They’re closing Whelan’s,” garbled my gran, wiping away a small tear. I hadn’t the heart to tell her that Uncle DeeDub sold his discount stores to a well-known high street supermarket way back in 1978. But to her, that shop in the Galleries had always remained Whelan’s – I guess that like a work experience…
Ahh, the nostalgic delight of FA Cup Third Round weekend. You might think Latics’ absence at this particular stage would remove some of the oft-cited ‘magic’ from Britain’s most prestigious cup competition. But no – for once, you could witness Jeff Stalling’s Sky Sports Snooze Breakdown with blissful comfort, safe in the knowledge that your…
Robin Park Shopping Precinct, a wet and chilly January evening. Sparrows huddle for warmth under supermarket eaves as the wheeled metal machines below struggle to wake up. Suddenly from the stony silence, a sharp blast of Krautrock in the vicinity of Stadium Way. Was ist das? Heads swivel 180 degrees as the silhouette of a…
Oh dear, I really do worry for my ailing season card – it has already been washed with my jeans, stuck behind the radiator and buried with the dog’s chew toy. I fear that swiping it through the DW turnstile three times in nine days might cause it to melt into my very hand, leaving…
Room for another celebration? Good! Then rummage through the pantry and fetch that box of out of date Jacob’s biscuits you forgot all about, because Progress With Unity has notched up its (unofficial) ton-50. Here at PWU, every Wednesday is Christmas Day… but that’s only because our digital clock is stuck at 00:00 on 25…
Is there any sense in making New Year’s resolutions? I have already broken two of mine, namely ‘stop stealing content from the Daily Sport’ and ‘speelcheek evry post’, and it’s only a matter of time before the others are also consigned to the same proverbial trash heap alongside two bin liners of discarded Christmas wrapping…
Oh, Merry New Winterval! As the Book Cycle Studios are locked down this week, we are unable to bring you your regularly scheduled episode of the PWU Podcast. Do not despair, however, as we have prepared for such an eventuality. Just in case you missed any episodes from the 2015/16 season, we have pasted together…
In this most commercial of seasons, it is an absolute pleasure to sample the anarchic neo-punk literature they call the fanzine. These glossy bundles of Christmas jollity are a welcome alternative to thrice cleansed mainstream reports wrung of all humour, as if they were one of Richard Whiteley’s particularly nauseating Christmas sweaters, or perhaps Ceefax…
I rose from my bed to the glorious summer sound of birds chirruping cheerfully in the chestnut trees. Stepping outside in just my boxer shorts, I plucked my morning milk from its usual spot by the step. “Ahh, warm semi-skimmed again! Hope this hasn’t curdled in the heat.” After applying an inordinate amount of sun…